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    Mary Nance believes that color carries emotionand creates a language between people thatanyone can understand.

    Wearing traditional regalia in my new designs

    allows me to tell my cancer story, she says. Sharing

    her story is what she does bestat any kind of

    gathering, be it church groups, support groups or

    conferences. At times I am a walking conversation

    piece.

    Mary, of Hispanic and Kickapoo Tribe descent

    from Eagle Pass, Texas, was diagnosed with breast

    cancer in 2000. She was just 46 years old.

    Before having cancer, self-exams and annual

    checkups had always been important to Mary. Thats

    because when she was 19 years old she had a scare.

    After some discomfort in her left breast she went

    and had an exam at the Indian Health Service clinic.

    She was told that she needed minor surgery. Three

    small tumors were removed. The good news was thatthey were not cancerous.

    Just the same, Mary remembers how frightening

    it was when she signed a form saying it was okay to

    remove her breast if cancer was found. That was a

    nightmare, she says. Though she worried whenever

    it was time for another exam, Mary knew that the

    best way to stay one step ahead of cancer was to go

    to her annual checkups. The idea was that if cancer

    ever happened the best way to fight it was to find it

    early and treat it sooner.

    And one day it did, in 2000.

    Mary was at the Police Academy in New Mexico

    when she discovered the lump that, after testing,

    proved to be cancer. It had a hard woody feel to

    the touch. My bra caused so much discomfort to

    the area. The lump was underneath her left breast,

    below her bra line.

    I was working 12-hour days and all I could do

    was rub or massage the area all day long to relieve

    the discomfort. She went home to Casa Grande,

    Arizona to see the doctor. Testing revealed she had

    Stage II breast cancer.

    The first thing I did when I went to see the

    oncologist was to ask him, point blank, whetherhe believed in God. He assured Mary that he did.

    Then I told him I also believed in the healing power

    of herbs in combination with western medicine.

    Mary agreed to tell the doctor everything she

    was doing so that the traditional medicines could

    work with treatment, not against it. Mary comes from

    a line of curanderos, people who heal with natural

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    medicine. As a child Mary s mother used to take her

    on walks to gather plants. Her mother reminded her

    often to be very careful when gathering medicinal

    plants, because they were able to give back life, she

    said. As a result, Mary knows that without the right

    knowledge, some traditional medicines could make

    chemotherapy treatment harder. But understanding

    herbs, and sharing with the doctor what was being

    done, could bring her comfort and aid in healing

    be it physical, emotional, or spiritual.

    The surgeon performed a lumpectomy, which is

    the removal of the lump, not the breast.

    After surgery, Mary had chemotherapy

    treatment, and then radiation, which was very

    difficult. Mary says she could not have kept up her

    spirits without the support of her family, friends and

    children. My son John was the main care giver from

    the beginning of my diagnosis. Her other children,

    Bryan, Annie, and Julie, also provided Mary with the

    support she needed. Above all, I give credit to my

    Creator, she says.

    Today, Mary is still cancer free. She is also still

    faithful to her exams, though shes had a few more

    scares along the way. Recently she had a swelling of

    the lymph nodes and discomfort around her neck

    area. It scared her, but tests showed she had nothingto worry about. So in many ways, she says, tests are

    also about peace of mind.

    In the nearly ten years since her diagnosis,

    quilts have become another, powerful way for Mary

    to show gratitude for the life she has been given.

    Making quilts was a necessity as a child. Later in

    life, and with the help of her mother-in-law, Anna

    May Nance, she learned the art of quilt designs. Soon

    a vision of making quilts for cancer patients and

    survivors had begun. She and a group of volunteers

    make as many as 200 quilts a year for cancer patients

    and longtime survivors. The quilts are distributed

    locally and nationally to American Indians and Alaska

    Natives through Native Peoples Circle of Hope. Mary

    is the head of a local chapter in Casa Grande.

    Support to other survivors, grief for those

    who have passed on, and gratitude for her own life,

    continue to take on new colors and form. Mary has

    dresses in pink, and yellow, and has plans for a blue

    one, too. (Marys dresses are sewn by her friend

    and seamstress, Judy Brattly.) Her jewelry also has

    meaning. Through my jewelry I weave my childrens

    contributions.

    The yellow beads are hope, she says.

    Turquoise is my son, my caregiver, his love and

    tears for mom. The seashell represents water, life.

    The red beads are for my bloodline, for my children

    and a symbol of the preservation of life. Red is also

    my passion for the next generation to come. It is

    my passion for my son, my two daughters, and two

    granddaughters. These are my reasons for living.

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